Name: Stephy's Theme by AppleBerry
Duration: 22 s
Description: Stephys theme but stephy is spelt stephie on the album cover but the little albino helped me hide it.

You know I couldn’t hurt a fly, my friend, I’m not the type to step on ants
I’ve nearly cried for moths that die at porch light lamps
More for the plights of mice than men
See I myself have been stepped on so many times
It’s started to feel like my place
I’ve failed to fit into those nests that scrape the sky 
Is there room for me in your cage?

Animals are people too, but these people are animals
Hunt in packs and act as though that proves we can’t survive alone
I guess we just evolved disgust for prevention of infection though
Shame was an invention made for prisons, pales, and pest control
Yeah, sure, thumbs are great and all

But I just get “bare necessities," "Hakuna Matata"'s and "C’est le vie"'s,"
"Que sera sera”'s what a crock, I mean, 
Big talk for a chimpanzee!
You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out.
It’s awful out here, Socrates.

I’ve never understood what humans do and want it’s quite confusing
To me to try to connect
Never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted
Just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect
Until frustration makes me wish my teeth were sharp as yours
Chew through their garage doors these carnivores will no more use my heart
They’d call me crazy, but their words all seem made up to me
Maybe they just need more friendship like yours

Gather ‘round pandora’s skinner’s box, look through the one-way-mirror
If you can see in shades of gray the colors are much clearer
Oh my friend, you’ve got a friend in me, et’s go make more enemies
Alhough my eyes face forward climb up on my shoulder
Sure you’ll see my point of view, I’d bring you with me

To the office in my pocket but the world would put us down
Lock me up and toss the key
You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out
It’s dangerous out here Socrates
It’s lonely out here Socrates

Willard!

My dream girl, those eyes, that nose
My private inside joke, sign the cast on my funny bone
Floral sheets on long-given-up ghosts
Haunt my bedroom at night and say “Let’s get you home.”
They say “Grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then you’re nothing but a short-haired girl”
But come and Braille-palm-read and hold my hand, see my reason and “Goodbye cruel world.”
And oh my god, what’s wrong with me?
And the wife of Walter Keane, whose name right now’s escaping me…
That’s right, Margaret!

Dream girl come and sweep me off my knees
I’d rather stay asleep than never see you wake up next to me.

Neon lights like heat lamps in the cold
To incubate the shadows you can’t stitch back to your soles 
You seemed fine just a few days ago
But  CO2 and fish tanks do enough to get you home.

Well now you swear in your prayers telling time “Promise I’ll never have fun again
If you’d stop flying,” but then you start crying “never mind, you win!”
And far too late came far too soon
And the love you never made became the things you’d never do…
Oh, sweet Mary!

Dream girl come but keep your hands off me
Go on back to bed my love, I mean, that’s where dreams are supposed to be.

So come on, William
Grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then they’re gonna treat you like you’re just a little girl
But come and Braille-palm-read, hold my hands and you’ll see that it’s
Me who cries mercy while your fingers curl and
Oh are you at all like me?
Do you know what I mean? Or am I too close to see?
Someone, anyone?

Of the two things we do on our knees: watch me fold my hands just to crack my knuckles
Well, here is the church, here is the steeple open the doors, see all the people!
Alright, that’s enough, let’s get you home.

That's Enough, Let's Get You Home

Don’t take the following words as reverence for tradition
I’ve learned to pick my battles by losing most I’ve fought.
The more mores subverted, the more I sense I’m missing
And I’ll always do it my way, even if that’s just the same way I was taught.

I’ll bring home the bread and you’ll stay home and bake it
Weeding out the garden where the milestones gather moss
Crack a smile at my vows, and whisper “wow, can you believe we really made it?”
As I give up on dodging rice, and fold my cape, I say “obviously not.”

But I want to be just like my parents before I was born
Oh can we be just like my parents?

I know you don’t want kids but think about a daughter
We could name her Gwendolyn, like mom would have called me.
I’m not sure yet myself, but I learned from a good father
Yeah, I mean sure, they messed me up. But I think that’s just the gig.

And maybe it’s just some hormones that kick in in your late twenties
But I have laid a lot of women, and now I’d like to just lay down
And marriage always scared me, but I’d like to have a last love
And love can last a pretty good long while. I’ve seen it around.

Oh, can we be just like my parents when I was young?
Why can’t we be just like my parents?

Tongue out of my cheek now, I’m done pulling faces
Iconoclasm wanes. My cynicism tires
But what do I know bout forever when so far, I’ve been so fleeting?
Babe, my frontal lobe’s done growing; this might just be how I’m wired
But now we’re kissing before brushing, smile with our whole faces
If you want a hyphen last name I guess I don’t mind the cadence
I’ve seen home videos. I was there back in the 80’s
And if I’m just them and they back then could do it, why can’t I?

Just like my parents in due time
Imagine me, just like my parents? Yeah, right.

‘Cause I’ve made more mistakes, than simple empty moments
Each one as out of character as you know I tend to be
There’ll be scalpers at the cemetery gates, with all my would-be widows weeping
I’d have forgotten all their names, so why should you remember me?

But if we grow old together and you talk to my headstone,
That is, assuming that I die first, (which is fair) and assuming I don’t leave
Close enough to forever, I guess, to prove what I hoped.
I mean otherwise how am I to believe?

Becoming the Lastnames

Dream Sweet in Sea Major

it almost worked-tv girl

Stephys theme but stephy is spelt stephie on the album cover but the little albino helped me hide it.

Stephy's Theme

Who Really Cares: 

An album about Sex 
Or lack thereof 
And its consequences 
Or lack thereof

Music and Lyrics by Brad Petering 

Mixing and Mastering by Jason Wyman 

Additional Vocals from Amber Quintero and Maddie "Acid" Keaton 

"Cigarettes out the Window" and "For You" feature Frankie Cosmos samples, used with her permission. 

"Not Allowed" features samples from The Yeastie Girlz's "Ovary Action" 7 inch. Used with permission from the Girlz. 

The cover art is a slightly altered photograph taken by George M. Hester. Used with his permission. 

The liner note image with two people on a bed is a slightly altered photograph taken by the late M. Richard Kirstel. Used with permission from his family. 

As a friend once said: Thanks for yr ears
tags



Not Allowed

Savlonic - Epoch (The Living Tombstone's Remix)

Sunspot

Written by Foresight 
Hunter Funk mastered it
It was a lot of fun to make and I hope y'all have a lot of fun listening to it!
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lyrics
There's a new park in the middle of town 
We can run from the cops, and hide from the clowns 
we can do drugs and diss each other's pipe dreams 
and learn all about our anatomy 

I once was a loyal dog 
you gotta love everybody but never the hogs 
I didn't mean to make such a mess of things 
I just wanted a coat and something to drink 
now I drown 

dead stuck in this town 
always lost when im found 
in and out of space 
in and out of phase 
feeling deep in the heart 
it feels like tearing apart 
think i'll slowly fade away 

Then I said! 
left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
everytime! 

Oooooooooooh 
Life's a precious thing, life's a precious thing! 

I once was a creature of light 
said ill spruce up the place make it nice and spry 
I didn't mean to make such a mess of things 
I just wanted existing filled with love and grace for us all 

now it's all deranged 
clinically insane 
in and out of space 
in and out of phase 
life's a precious thing 
dont you throw it away 
dont you throw it away today 

left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
left foot over the right 
I cant turn my back everytime 
everytime I sing 

life's a precious thing 
dont you throw it away 
dont you throw it away today 
life's a precious thing 
dont you throw it away 
dont you throw it away today 
left foot! 
over the right! 
I can't! I can't! 
everytime I sing! 
left foot! 
over the right! 
we can't! we can't! 
everytime I sing! 
life's a precious thing 
dont you throw it away 
dont you throw it away today 
life's a precious thing 
dont you throw it away 
dont you throw it away today 
life's a precious thing 
dont you throw it away 
dont you throw it away today 
And I said the room is filled with people that love you! 
The Room is Filled With People That Love You!
credits
released November 17, 2018 
guitars, backup vocals: Riley Hardt of The Walrus Filter 
vocals, instrumentation: Vaughn 
Mastered by Hunter Funk
license
all rights reserved

The Room is Filled With People That Love You

The Room Is Filled With People That Love You!

Over the Garden Wall

Into the Unknown (feat. Jack Jones)

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Stephy's Theme

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